V. Death (from Homage to Kollwitz)
In the sudden wake
poetry
The Dead on their small Wheels
captive in the parlours
William Carlos Williams Visits Mesa Verde
The wind-voices in stone walls, abandoned kivas,
The Aemon Poems
Aemon points to his skull in the mirror.
Open
Blood flowing down
I Look For You In The Smoke
I look for you in the smoke,
Tehe Ex-husband Of My Sister
He is an untouchable,
Orange and Red Streak
If everything really did begin
Tulip
so yellow they inspire
Moving Out
We are thin with the blood of never-ending, weak
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